Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Between Two Worlds ❯ Chapter 3

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Gomen ne to everyone who has been impatiently waiting for this chapter. After a few people started pushing me along, I got more and more written until I finally had a good enough chunk for another chapter. So enjoy!


Bulma grew worried when Trunks never came back outside. She tiptoed up to the
guestroom, afraid that something had happened to them.

When she looked in, however, she found Trunks holding a shivering Usagi.

Trunks sensed her presence. He looked up, motioning with a nod that they were
all right. Then he turned his gaze back on Usagi, who was clutching his shirt like she
was afraid he would disappear.

Her tiny body trembled uncontrollably. No matter how much she tried to bury
herself into Trunks' arms, she couldn't stop the fear from bubbling up in her veins and
racing to her brain like a lethal shot from a bullet aimed specially at her.

Trunks only pulled her closer to him, his arms acting as a protective shell around
her. He didn't know why, but he felt like he had to keep her safe, and that scared him.
All of his life, he'd learned to be extremely cautious, especially around people he didn't
know. Although looking at her, seeing her so frightened, just tugged at his heart,
another part of him couldn't help but wonder if she were the enemy.

As if reading his thoughts, Usagi turned her eyes up at him, her sobs subsiding.
"Trunks," she started.

"Shhh," he hushed her. "There's nothing to worry-"

"Trunks, please let me speak," she cut him off. "I know you may not trust me or
believe this, but I really appreciate you helping me out and trying to make me feel
better."

"What do you mean?"

"It was you who found me in the forest that day, wasn't it?" she looked him square
in the eye.

Every time she told him something, she seemed to surprise him even more. "Why
would you assume that?" he asked cautiously, suspiciously.

"This is the way I felt when I was picked up from the forest floor."

"But you were unconscious," he pointed out. "How did you know?"

"I'm not sure, exactly. I remember feeling warm and safe, like nothing could ever
hurt me. Much like I feel now."

Trunks stared down into her azure eyes, mesmerized by their endless depths. He
felt his heartbeat start to speed up, wondering if she could also hear it like he heard it
pounding in his own ears. He shook his head, trying to erase his thoughts. Every
glance back at her make it more and more difficult not to trust her.

"You're right," he confessed, "I was the one that found you."

"Mmm..." Usagi snuggled up against him. "I already knew that..."

"Usagi?"

"Hmm?" she murmured, her eyes once again on his.

"I'll protect you," he whispered thickly. "From everything."

"I know you will."

And then the distance between them closed in. Just as their lips were about to
meet, a knock sounded at the door.

"Trunks, is Usagi all right?" Bulma's question was muffled through the door.

"Hai, Kaa-san." He pulled away, a wave of frustration washing over him. His
mother had the worst timing! Well, perhaps it was better that they were interrupted.

Bulma peeked in at them. "You look like you're feeling much better," she observed
Usagi sitting comfortably in Trunks' arms.

"Hai, I just needed some rest," she smiled.

"Good to hear," Bulma exhaled loudly. "Well, if you're up to it, there are some
more people who would like to meet you." She closed the door behind her.

"More people?" Usagi sighed, once again her exhaustion hitting her. "Do I really
have to go down there?"

"I have the feeling that they won't go away until we do."

"Well then, I guess we'd better go."

Trunks led Usagi back down t the living room, where three new faces appeared.
One man was short and had no hair, another had short, spiky hair and a jagged scar
across his face, and the last one was tall and... green?

"Minna, this is Usagi," Bulma introduced her to them. "Usagi, this is Krillin," she
gestured to the short one, "Yamcha," she pointed to the spiky haired one, "and
Piccolo," she finished, motioning to the green one.

Usagi's eyes remained on Piccolo, taken by his exotic look.

"Why are you staring at me?" he growled.

Usagi appeared unfazed by his outburst. "You can actually pull off the green thing.
The only green people I've seen are youma, and they're not really appealing."

Everyone stared at her blankly, causing her cheeks to burn in a fierce blush. She
looked down.

'Usagi, you baka!' she scolded herself. 'Could you possibly have said anything to
make yourself sound more stupid?'

"Well, Usagi, although this small talk is nice, we actually do have another reason
for wanting to see you," Goku spoke up, spiking Usagi's curiosity.

"We want to train you!" Yamcha blurted out.

"Really, Yamcha, do you think you could have let him easy into it?' Krillin shot him
a dirty look.

"Anyway," Goku ignored the two, "we want to train you in our way of fighting.
Since you already have a background, it wouldn't be as difficult as teaching you from
scratch."

"Why waste your time? She'll never be able to fight," a low voice snaked into the
conversation.

"What's the matter, Vegeta-sama?" Usagi taunted. "Are you afraid I'll grow
stronger and prove to be competition?"

"Hardly!" he scoffed from the doorway. "You're human. And if that weren't bad
enough, you're a woman."

"Which will make my victory all the more sweet."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Dream all you want, girl. But don't be surprised when I
pound you into dust."

Bulma grew alarmed. "Matte... You're going to fight?"

"Not now," Usagi explained. "Once I grow stronger."

"Although it won't make a difference," Vegeta's trademark smirk crept up onto his
face.

"But you could kill her!" Bulma protested.

"I know," he brushed her off, turning to Usagi. "Just so I don't waste my time in a
one-sided battle, I'm going to also train you."

While everyone gaped at him, Usagi retorted, "Don't do me any favors."

"What favor? I've fought all of these weaklings. I need a new victory." With those
words, Vegeta strode out of the room.

Bulma rushed over to Usagi. "You're not seriously going to let him train you to
fight," she shook the girl's shoulders.

Usagi shrugged. "Might as well. "Hey, a girl's gotta have a little fun. Besides,
how hard could it be?"


Usagi was regretting her words when she was woken up at four the next morning.

Several hours later, in pain and barely able to move, Usagi faced the group of men
who had been torturing her through her first training session.

Goku showed her how to control her power. Gohan showed her blocks, Piccolo
stances, Krillin kicks, and Yamcha punches. Vegeta had yet to show up, which
relieved Usagi to no end. If he wasn't there, then she would be spared the excess pain.
For now...

"There's one more thing we'll touch on today," Goku was saying.

"One more?" Usagi groaned, rising from her sitting position, a task that took all of
her willpower.

"That's right," Trunks stepped up, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "I'm going to
give you your first flying lesson."

Usagi's eyes bugged out. "Fly?" she croaked, sinking back to the ground.

"Iie, no time for rest." Trunks pulled her to her feet again. "In a few minutes you
won't even be touching the ground."

Before she could protest, Trunks lifted her and flew off into the sky.

Usagi, too tired and scared to pay attention to the beautiful land they were sailing
over, only squeezed her eyes shut and grasped tightly onto Trunks' shirt.

Even when they landed, she didn't want to let go.

Trunks gently uncurled her fingers from his shirt, setting her back down on the
ground.

Peeking out of one eye, Usagi found them standing on the edge of a VERY high
cliff. "Iie!" she cried, trying to back away.

Trunks caught hold off her arm, pulling her back to the edge. "There's no getting
away, Usagi. Your only escape is straight down."

Realization sunk in that she was actually going to have to learn how to fly. Either
that or die trying, which she would most likely do. Taking a deep breath, she said, "All
right. Let's do this."

"Good, you finally see things my way. The first thing you need to do is trust
yourself. If you believe you can fly, then you can."

"Don't you need special dust or something?"

"What do you think we are, fairies?" he returned incredulously. "Iie, you have to
work at it. Which brings me to my second point: flying doesn't come naturally to you,
so you're really going to have to concentrate. If not..." He simply shrugged, leaving
Usagi's imagination to run wild.

"In other words, fly or die," she said slowly, almost believing that her ultimatum
was a hoax. Almost.

"That's right. Dare to give it a try? As soon as you get out there, you'll know what
to do."

"Do I have a choice?"

He thought about it for a second. "Iie, not really." He gently tugged her hand until
she was looking straight down the cliff's side. "Are you ready?" he asked softly.

"Hai," she lied, nervous fear coursing through her blood. She looked over at him for
reassurance. "I just jump off and... fly?"

"Hai."

"And if I don't, I..." her voice trailed off.

"Try not to think about the long way down. It'll only make you nervous."

'Too late...' Taking a deep breath, Usagi gave Trunks one last brave smile before
she stepped off the cliff... and dropped.

She fell in what felt like slow motion. She could make out every square inch of the
cliff's steep, jagged side on the way down.

'Just stay calm,' she told herself. 'Just fly.'

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even will herself to slow down. As
the ground approached at a rapid speed, she just closed her eyes and embraced the
fall.

Right before her tiny body shattered on the ground, a pair of strong arms roughly
caught her.

Usagi trembled slightly. "Trunks..."

"Guess again," an overconfident growl reached her ears, and her eyes flew open.

"Vegeta," she managed to squeak out, staring up at him with a mixture of relief,
confusion, and fear. "What are you doing here?"

"Watching you plummet," he sneered, eyes flashing. "Good thing I was here,
since Trunks was going to let you crash."

"I was not!" Trunks retorted, obviously angry, as he landed beside them. "I was
going to catch her."

"You were going to watch her die because you wouldn't have reached her in time."

"I would never let her get hurt!"

Vegeta set the blonde on her feet, crossing his arms across his chest. "Weren't
you the one who made her jump in the first place?"

Trunks' anger boiled over. His face glowed red, his fists balled with rage. "I knew
what I was doing!" he yelled at his father vehemently.

"Which was help her right off the cliff." Vegeta yawned. "As much as I love proving
your theories wrong, we have training to do." He picked up Usagi and flew off with a
speed even Trunks couldn't match.

He watched them grow smaller in the sky, finally disappearing altogether. "Kuso,"
he muttered. "Kuso!"


After flying for a while, Usagi gave up trying to converse with the stubborn Saiya-jin.
He didn't talk; and when he responded, all she got was a neutral grunt.

Exasperated by his attitude and drained by her brush with death, Usagi just settled
in Vegeta's arms, letting the faint hum of the wind and the tiny tendrils of hair blowing
across her cheeks relax her.

When they landed abruptly, she found herself in the middle of a huge clearing in
the forest that felt vaguely familiar to her.

"Recognize this place?" Vegeta finally spoke, startling her. "If my calculations are
correct, and they always are, then this is where Trunks found you."

"I knew it!" she cried. "I knew I felt something."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "You sensed it?"

"Hai. I don't know how I remember, but I do."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Nani?" she blinked, thrown by his sudden outburst of hostility. "What do you
mean, who am I?"

"Just that. You said your name is Usagi, which could or could not be true. You
conveniently don't remember a damn thing, including where you came from and how
you got here. You've got mysterious powers. As far as I'm concerned, you could be
the enemy."

Usagi stopped, her mouth agape. Did he really believe that she was evil, that she
was plotting against them? Did the others feel the same way?

She pushed away from him, angry tears forming in her eyes.

Vegeta grabbed her wrist, his strong hold digging into her skin. "Where the hell do
you think you're going?"

"Away. If I'm gone, you won't have to be concerned with me one way or the other."
She broke free of his grasp, taking off in the opposite direction as fast as her legs could
carry her.

"Matte!" Vegeta roared, forming a ball of energy and blasting it at Usagi.

She turned, her eyes flashing a vacant blue momentarily. As the blast
approached, a silver light engulfed Usagi and repelled the attack, sending it hurtling into
the sky in an eruption of red fire.

The silver light faded, Usagi fled into the trees, leaving behind a very mystified and
very angry Vegeta.


Trunks had been flying around for the past twenty minutes in search of his father
and Usagi when he felt his father's ki rise out of the blue. A second after, he sensed
another burst of energy, resembling the one that had surrounded Usagi before. And
then a streak of fire lit up across the sky...

He sped up, steering in the direction of where he thought the two ki were coming
from.


Not long after entering the Black Forest, an ear-shattering scream erupted.

Wasting no time to caution, Trunks maneuvered through the trees until he reached
the clearing where he had found Usagi the first time.

But this time the clearing was empty, and Trunks was confused. Why would
Vegeta bring her here? And where the hell was the fiery-tempered Saiya-jin, anyway?

Focusing all of his being into finding any trace of Usagi's ki, Trunks was greeted
with a very faint sense of where she was.

'Hold on, Usagi,' he pleaded silently as he landed and sprinted through the trees.

And there she was, not far from the clearing. She lay on the ground, her chest
barely rising with each breath.

Trunks hurried over to her, gasping. Her normally rosy cheeks were deathly pale, a
huge contrast to the growing crimson stain on her stomach.

"Oh kami... You need help!" He lifted the limp girl delicately, cradling her in his
arms before taking off above the trees at a speed that defied light itself.

'Don't worry, Usagi, I won't let you die,' he promised her, his heart twisting in pain
for the girl. 'You can't leave us... You can't leave me...'



Hahaha! How's that for an ending? Was it too mean? Well, I try. Arigato to everyone who made it this far. Please review. I absolutely love hearing what you guys have to say. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!